Why must I be sick now, missing the Green Dragon Friday, the one I was looking forward to so very much. The first time I could have been dancing with Master Adrean all night. And now I am lying in bed, feeling terribly nauseous, as if I could never eat the tiniest piece of pie again. It's terrible, just terrible!
So I take my diary and think of the beautiful last days. My heart is flying high like a bird when I remember running through the maze with Master Adrean.
(painted by Adrean)
And even more so when I remember how he carried me back from the exit to the entrance on his arms. I thought this was the happiest moment of my life. But the very same thing I thought when he made the fabulous stew for me, not to mention the shepherd's pie. Or when he gave me the largest flower I have ever seen. Or when he sang the song he wrote for me. And every time again he does something to surprise me even more! And s .· ´ ¸ . · .
Oh. I must have fallen asleep while writing yesterday. Hope I'll get that ink washed out of my pillow! Maybe Master Simbo will know a special ink wash potion. I have to ask him when he comes back from the festival he went to with the other Strollers.
Master Adrean was just here and brought me some chicken and onion soup, and I even could eat some of it. First time my stomach did not revolt against food these days. He is such a caring and thoughtful hobbit! My old ma always made a fish soup for me when I was ill. She used to say 'Soup always helps!' - even when I was sad. In that case, she made a sweet elder berry soup, and if it was spring time, she'd let some elder blossoms swim on it. And her soups did always help.
Well, my fever seems to be a bit lower now, but my legs are still all wobbly and my head feels like a beehive that is fighting off a harvest fly attack. Dear me! I should get some more sleep. After I finished off that chicken and onion soup, that is.
